Flow

Leonardo,

starting little, and finishing even less,

all those plans made and never realised

taunted by nature wherever he turned,

-he sits and contemplates water,

and the water contemplates him.

How could he not feel its vortices

in his own?


Upstream,

Downstream,

I hardly know where I am,

Just watching the eddies,

Minute by minute.


See the microcyclone

disappear down the plughole;

the tornado gyring across the prairie.

Other weird formations may appear

Like the dunes on Mars.

Swirling of interstellar gas and dust.


Convection of a lifetime:

Some uncanny order

Conjuring itself

From turbulence,

Shaping the flow.


Writhing boggling chain

of water from a tap;

insoluble equations,

too much going on.